In this Our World

Lord, I am born!

I have built me a body Whose ways are all open, Whose currents run free, From the life that is thine Flowing ever within me, To the life that is mine Flowing outward through me.

I am clothed, and my raiment Fits smooth to the spirit, The soul moves unhindered, The body is free;

And the thought that my body Falls short of expressing, In texture and color

Unfoldeth on me.

I am housed, O my Father!

My body is sheltered,

My spirit has room

’Twixt the whole world and me, I am guarded with beauty and strength, And within it

Is room for still union, And birth floweth free.

And the union and birth Of the house, ever growing, Have built me a city— Have born me a state—

Where I live manifold, Many-voiced, many-hearted, Never dead, never weary, And oh! never parted!

The life of The Human, So subtle—so great!

Lord, I am born!

From inmost to outmost The ways are all open, The currents run free, From thy voice in my soul To my joy in the people— I thank thee, O God,

For this body thou gavest, Which enfoldeth the earth— Is enfolded by thee!